Light Beneath the Stone
The iron bar bent like warm taffy between Eleanor\'s fingers. Julian dropped his candle. It rolled across the stone floor, casting long shadows that jumped like living things. The sound was soft—the metal groaning, then snapping, then the heavy oak door falling inward on rusted hinges. She stood in the doorway, small and pale and covered in dust, with eyes that were too bright for a room that...
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